When Someone Else's Sofa Starts to Feel like Home

Written on Sunday 24 July 2005

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…Well, not quite. It still feels like I’m imposing, sleeping on their sofa, but at least it’s Southampton - that’s a start.

Even though not a lot happened this weekend, it was really fun! I’m not sure quite what kind of cheese the Fantastic Four movie is, but it feels… Swiss. Still, at least I was expecting it. Not having read the comics, though, I feel I shoudl probably keep my comments to myself.

We went shopping on Saturday, which reminded me of the lesson I learned a few months back. When I was growing up, I always used to think I hated shopping. I learnt that what I actually hated was shopping with my mum. Now that has been recognised and understood, I actually quite like shopping ^_^